‘Okay,’ Dave thought back on his actions so far. ‘Two Kangaroos, one Lioness, a Zebra and a Monkey.’
Now though, he had one more target in mind. Himself. And he already had a good idea as to what he wanted himself to be. Returning to his desk, and bringing the pen to paper again, he wrote:
‘I will now become an anthropomorphic lizard in the manner I wish to be, retaining my nipples and external genitals, with only my shoes and watch as my attire. The office furnishing in this room will change to accommodate my new form.’
As soon as he’d written it and put the pen down, he looked at his hand as emerald green scales rippled into place to replace the pinkish flesh. He could feel it running up his arms and legs, enveloping his body, layer upon layer of new muscles bulging out.
Sliding his seat back to look down, Dave could now see that his trousers were fading away, almost like they were giving way to his thickening legs, and that his shoes were enlarging themselves to hold his larger feet even if the socks were gone now. The same thing was happening to his shirt, tie, and jacket revealing his thick body and rock-hard arms which he couldn’t help but give a flex, the bicep pushing up with the merest hint of vein.
An odd feeling hit his head is the jaws pushed out into a thick snout, though his eyes retained their forward vision, his hair gone as this happened. Then he felt a new appendage form from the base of his spine, pushing out and thickening behind himself, though his seat seemed to gain a hole to let it out.
Once it was done, Dave slowly rose onto his new feet and tested his body out with a few tentative steps, only a little surprised that he could still walk around with ease, as if it were something he was already used to, even if he was close to two metres tall now. Raising his scaled left hand, where his watch remained, he could make out the five black claw-like nails on it, and expected the same hidden inside his shoes since he could feel five toes each. Once he reached a mirror, he could see his own pupils. Red and slitted. Opening his snout revealed new, sharp teeth that glistened as if they’d been cleaned with regularity along with a thinner forked purple tongue.
Now running his hands over himself, he stopped when he felt his fingers run over a part of his Pecs, looking down to see his nipples had remained as he wanted. His thick cock too. The same emerald green as the rest of him and looking distinctly cut, the pinkish-purple head slowly rising as the blood flowed into it. God that pen was amazing…
Which made him stop and realise something, as he was, he’d never be able to carry it around with him! He needed a way of doing it. Sure he could just get his trousers or shirt back, but he soon had a better idea. Returning to his desk, he carefully (since he had a lot more power in his hands) wrote down:
‘On my right thigh, there will be a small black holder strapped to it that allows me to carry my wallet, keys, cards and pens.’
With that done, he felt something forming on his thigh. Once the sensation subsided, he looked to see that he had what he wanted. Effectively two small zipped pockets that could take the essentials and a long, narrow side pocket for pens and that.
Satisfied that he had his bases covered for now, he reclined his seat back a ways and rested his still-covered feet on his office desk, arms behind his head as he worked out his next move.
He hadn’t forgotten about Claire, and thought he may need to give her some “help” with her oversized breasts. Or he could make Alex his next target. But there were others, such as Ross from Security, or Samantha from the PR Department. So many choices indeed….